Roses are red
Violets are blue
All pretense has fled
And I sincerely hate you.
The walls may crumble
And the flowers may die
Perfection will stumble
But you will always be a lie.
My intense hatred for you
Courses through my veins
And though violets may be blue
It is acid that rains.
I wish you a painful death
And eternity in hell
Now draw your last breath
You're nothing but an empty shell.
Author notes
This isn't real and I don't feel this way about anyone, this is just for a contest =)
A contest entry
- TwIsTeD by InMyFlames.
650 points, ended October 28, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroses by ScreaminMime.
1750 points, ended January 3, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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Roses are red
this write has sass.
It has venom and scorn,
and certainly kicks...
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"The walls may crumble
And the flowers may die
Perfection will stumble
But you will always be a lie." BRILLIANT! can i say anything else? nope
intense writing from someone so young good job! -
Some one certainly stirred deep resentment, almost a feeling of venum in your comments. This was a poem with powerful emotion. Good work.
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